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[occultiist]

cfneglect mentioned you in a post “@occultiist WHERE IS MY ROWAN!!”

@ occultiist WHERE IS MY ROWAN!!

@cfneglect away (;

[occultiist]

space cowboys

grounded?? on her own ship ((well, THEIR ship, but still—))?? to say she was upset would be the understatement of the year.  was she pouting?? maybe a LITTLE. was she going to deal with this like an adult?? possible, but highly improbable. the several healing bullet wounds on her leg throb in response, as if to mock her pitiful condition FURTHER.

every attempt her crewmates had made to find her after returning to the ship to get her to stop the temper tantrum directed at being forcibly left behind on this last bounty had ended up a failure, quite intentionally on evan’s part. every time either one of them would step into the room to talk to her, she would simply NOT be in the room anymore, sidestepping every effort to find her. even now, she could still see the dust motes stuck to her pants from her escape via filtration vent thirty minutes ago. 

((they were lucky she LOVED this old girl, knew her like the back of her hand otherwise she’d be a lot more upset about being left alone with her!!))

the ambient noises of the ship had almost lulled her to sleep where she sat, arms crossed over her lap and legs stretched onto the dashboard of the pilot’s seat. was she done hiding from confrontation?? perhaps not, but she REALLY wanted a cat nap, and what better place to do so than in the best comfiest chair in the ship?? the autopilot gently navigated the controls for now, so there was nothing for her to worry about.

that was, until the door to the cockpit audibly slid open.

she notes the footsteps that mark the arrival of another, though she does nothing to acknowledge it at first. after a few moments of letting the silence HANG between the two of them, she finally speaks, though it’s to the ship’s console instead of her crewmate. “I’m glad at least YOU won’t abandon me, old girl.” she pats the armrest of the chair she’s sitting on lovingly, shooting a barbed look at the person behind her before turning her attention to the expanse of space before them.

[occultiist]

so uh i had a lot of wine and basically im here to say I love ashley aka @antiiheroics aka @swornking aka @boycredible and if you dont love her too ur uh.......,,,,...... wrong

[magickalwitchling-deactivated20]

Me: *looks at the moon*

Person: “why are you outside at this hour?”

Me: *points at the moon* “but did you see how big and beautiful she is?”

[gothicprep]

before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that

[occultiist]

the quiet of the night was at it’s peak, but the air was alive with the low humming of the city. usually the city sang to her, vibrant and exhilarating in it’s tune, but tonight it held a low, tense drone. evan felt the tone of it reverberate through her skull, leaving behind a dull pain not much unlike a toothache the drone continued through much of the night, and tension wound further into her hunched shoulders.

as the night ticked on, she had found herself absorbed in her magical practice, the ink staining her fingers black, only a little bit lighter than the half-circles that hung under her eyes. the words she had scrawled on her pages were her own, but this late in the night, the lines of script were beginning to blur together. whether or not it was because she was growing more exhausted, or simply the arcane words did not want to be written anymore remained a mystery to her. 

nevertheless she wrote, and wrote, and wrote, until the pen SNAPPED in her hand, to which the witch cursed and threw it at the window. it unceremoniously clinked off of the glass pane, much to her chagrin, and the witch stared at the pieces of it on the floor for a good fifteen minutes before her focus was shifted to the sound of the front door opening.

evan eyed kit as he shuffled into the apartment, back from his typical nighttime escapades. “kit.” she greeted tonelessly. the witch watched him for a moment further, noting the limp he carried himself with silently, among other injuries, before she inclined her head towards the kitchen table. one of those nights. she doesn’t wait to see whether or not he actually caught her cue, already moving over to the cabinet which held her various... “concoctions”. 

after a few moments of intense consideration, she’s amassed an arm full of clanking glass. evan turned on her heel to find him seated at the table, somehow looking even MORE exhausted than evan feels. she moves to a seat next to him, gently prompting him to lift his arm. her free hand, in spite of herself, brushed across the side of his face without a bruise and she shakes her head.

“you’re only a man.” she didn’t elaborate at first. the witch lets go of his arm, forgoing their physical connection to fully bury her head in her hands and then run her palms over her hair. she peers up at him, her fatigue becoming more and more evident every passing moment. “you can’t keep this up forever, you know.” she sounds almost... sad. at this, she sets aside her craft, grabbing his chin gently but looking at his face with an eerie intensity, as if she could divine the answers she was searching for from the lines of his face. “why, then??”

@antiiheroics​

[wtnvgenerator]

bold of you to assume i die

[occultiist]

wistcrias (kady cat!)

            “ Will you look at me WEIRD if I say you look damn hot in that space-suit? ” She does a slow whistle, like something out of an old Terran movie. “ ––– what? With these missions you never know when your last strike will be, and if I’m going to be behind a desk sitting on my ass all day while you die in zero-g, I need my last words to you to be DEEP and MEANINGFUL. ”  

Kady’s therapist once told her she uses humor as a shield. Any circus monkey could have fucking told her that. 

“ Seriously, though, don’t die out there, okay? There’s too many boys in here already. ” 

“I’d be more upset if you DIDN’T. when else am I supposed to declare my long hidden love for you??” her eyes gleam with an unbound mischief, hands fluttering over herself as she prepares some last-minute adjustments to the... “well-loved” strike suit she finds herself in. “HEY, without a gal kickin’ ASS on the inside, what other reason do I have to come back?? surely not for the gourmet cuisine.”

the truth is, the scout has been prepped for this strike for a solid thirty minutes, having weaseled away several minutes ago from the ENTIRE crew of neanderthals she’s been forcibly drafted to. ((can you BLAME her?? how EXACTLY is she supposed to leave without a word to her favorite firebrand??))

“you say that like they can even hold a TORCH to me, babe.”

[ao3tags]

Raising the dead is not a healthy coping mechanism

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[bonewitchery]

@unquietgraves

[occultiist]

antiiheroics (kit.)

“     MMMMMMmmmmm what answer doesn’t get me slapped in the face . yeah fine you do that , they’re turning my whites pink .     ”     a beat .     “     i folded them. they’re on the counter .     ” 

“wait, that doesn’t just happen in like, the movies??” she scrunches her nose in intense consideration, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. this time, a beat of silence from her.

“the fuck do you mean ‘bed and breakfast’?? if you did the latter, you’d kill us BOTH.”

[occultiist]

antiiheroics (kit.)

“     YOU’RE ACTING CONSPICUOUS , your job is to be – well – the opposite of that .     ”

“stand out to blend in, babe.” 

she’s currently dangling herself off of him, dressed in fluorescent planetary tourist wear.

[goth-aunt]

Anyways no weapon forged against me shall prosper and any evil wished upon me shall be reflected back to you tenfold, so jot that down.

[occultiist]

antiiheroics (kit.)

“     THIS MAY COME AS A SURPRISE to you , but i don’t do laundry for free . i’m not a bed and breakfast .     ”

“what, you looking for a blowjob or somethin’?? no thanks kit, I’ll take my panties elsewhere.”

[occultiist]

FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS :  BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION rules :   bold what applies to your muse and repost .

SNOW WHITE :

jade trinket boxes.  taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy.  long handled hunting knives.  sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS :

a blunt axe.  a ring of chalk.  tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears.  hands tied behind back.  shallow rivers.  aching feet.  walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals.blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST :

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes.  baskets of strawberries.  fat toads.  sparkling snow.  fur cloaks. raw gemstones.  kettles made of copper. red wine.  a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD :

a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away.  galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars.  marble walls. shivering with fear.  screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS :

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch.  nettles.  white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks.  climbing trees. balls of yarn.  silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP :

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake.  wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth.  curtains drawn.  a dying fireplace.  grey pelts.  red velvet. handmade quilts.  sunlight peeking through branches.  opening corks with a satisfying pop.  looking someone directly in the eye.

tagged by:  @rscalrabbit ayy tagging: @antiiheroics @mnstrous all of y’all

[occultiist]

(kit.)

kit: where are u ?? kit: i have exactly 10 mins before roll call kit: i’ll give them something roll call kit: fuck -

evan: don’t stress about it baby boy evan: you worry bout ur part and I’ll do mine evan: b done in 9 (;

[occultiist]

“you left me in the dark.”

f+m

she looks fierce when she faces him down, the strong set of her jaw, the proud tilt of her chin, the dangerously sharp gleam in her eye ((she’s LONG since grown used to hiding the exhaustion under her eyes, the sense of loss that strikes her so deeply her hands shake under the weight of it. now?? it’s become child’s play )). “I would do it AGAIN.” she proclaims, to no one but the two of them, standing off in the middle of the cold, empty living room. her teeth curl into a wolfish grin, almost a SNARL in it’s ferocity. “—and again, and again, if it was what was best for them. don’t kid yourself. you stopped being a priority a LONG time ago.” 

the witch takes a step closer, face INCHES from his in a cruel facsimile of what they used to be. “you and your KIN will pry my children away from me over my dead fucking body, souliere,” she spits his name back at him as if it’s the most horrific curse she could think of bestowing upon him. “I swear on my grave.”

[occultiist]

“i hoped that they would clear my mind.”

f+m

she peers over at the other, dark eyes twinkling with distinct mischief, fingers affectionately dancing back and forth over the back of her tarot deck. “they’re not very helpful when they’re in a mood,” the witch agrees, shuffling them back into a reasonable state and readjusting her perch on the chair she was supposed to be seated in.

“sorry for like, botching your second opinion here. I can get you some tea, and we can read the leaves, if you’re really set on a clearer answer. if not, there’s always whiskey!!”